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TIFU By letting my wife trim my eyebrows

This happened a few days ago and I’m still salty and pissed off about it.

My wife usually plucks under my eyebrows to “clean them up” as she stated. She’s been doing it for almost 20 years that we’ve been together. She’s only messed up once in our marriage and it was literally the night before I flew to Iraq for my deployment.

I recently bought her this high end trimmer and accessories, so she asked if she could clean up my eyebrows using the new device. I said she could because at this point it had been 16 years since those god awful McDonald’s arch’s she gave me before going to a warzone. I made a joke and said “be easy, don’t give me those eyebrows from 2006!” She smiled and began going to town on my eyebrows.

She says she’s done and I get up out of the chair and her mouth is open with her hands covering it. I didn’t even have to look and I knew what happened. I looked in the mirror and was livid! I looked like that girl on YouTube who gave herself the “Mona Lisa eyebrows of success”! Thankfully I work remote, but she had to pencil in my eyebrows until they started growing back. I think we will stick to the old fashion plucking next time.

TL;DR I let my wife clean up my eyebrows with a new trimmer and she gave me McDonalds golden arch eyebrows with how thin and high they were

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